glenda lange fucking dares you (notsosplendid) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-30 15:57:00 |
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"I dig the blue. I mean, it's a little Brady Bunch, but still twenty times better than that sunny-side up yellow it was before."
Glenda stood with her hands on her hips, a smug little smile playing at the corners of her lips. Looking to her left, she saw that her father was having a hard time fighting his own smile. She figured he'd always hated that godawful yellow of the kitchen and was thankful for the extra pair of hands to fix it up. More than that; someone who could take over when he needed to be at work. Glenda didn't mind helping out her dad. In fact, she was really enjoying herself. She figured it was a small way to pay her parents back for taking her back in on such short notice. She explained the situation as a few neighbors rioting because of her music or something because she thought they could swallow that much easier than "Oh, I was playing around with black magic, trying to set a spell that would bring infinite riches my way, and ended up causing the whole building to wear Eau de Mort."
"And once you finish the flourishes, people from around town will be begging you to come and do their homes." Was that pride in her dad's voice? Maybe just a tinge.
"Nah," Glenda shrugged. "They'll figure genius like mine is too expensive." She walked over to the nearest wall and gingerly padded the paint with her fingertip, testing to see how it was drying. "Shouldn't be too long now. Give it a couple more hours and I'll come back and check on it, see if it's ready for the designs." She rocked on her heels and stretched her arms upwards, yawning slightly as she did. "Just keep the windows open to keep the fumes from toasting our brains." She thought she heard footsteps coming their way, and a devilish grin crept onto her face. "You'll also have to keep an eye out for the girls; I'd hate for them to slip out."
"Those bugs will not be coming out of their cage!" Her mother rounded the corner, a mixture of fury and fear dancing in her eyes.
"They've got to get their exercise somehow, Mom. I can't keep them cooped up all the time." She fought a laugh. Seeing how much her mother hated the tarantulas was one thing, but getting her all riled up at the thought of them crawling around her house? That was just a priceless delight in Glenda's eyes. The look on her mother's face was beyond worth it, too. So she just grinned wider and rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll keep them in the terrarium. But they really do need a scenic change; I might bring them down for dinner." The agitated shriek was enough to spur Glenda towards the stairs so she narrowly missed the swat of her mother's hand. She laughed to herself as she pounded up towards the upstairs bath, closing the door behind her. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that her short, choppy hair was falling out of the tie she'd pulled it back with before she started painting. There were also bright blue flecks of paint spattered across her face and arms.
No matter how much she tried not to, she always thought about her sister when she studied her reflection. She wasn't sure where Belinda was now, but she was sure she was off somewhere, shoving her holier-than-thou save-the-earth spiel down throats. She'd never say it to anyone, but she was glad her sister was off doing her own thing, standing up for her beliefs. It might have been the coolest thing about her. And okay, so the thought made her almost miss her sister. Almost. She turned away from the mirror and pulled the knobs of the shower to get some hot water started as she stripped out of her clothes, the paint-stained garments falling to the floor with little care. Once the water was the right temperature, she stepped inside and pulled the curtain closed.
Maybe I should write her a letter. Yeah, right. She'd probably bitch me out for number of trees that made the paper... Yeah. I should write her a letter.